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dollfaceksj · 6 months

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Just saw your wips…. crack drabble series for Yoongi? Count me in pls!!!!

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“come on,” you sigh as the child in front of you stubbornly crosses his arms and looks away

you sit back and stare at him for a while, his shoe in your hand that he refuses to let you put on. “jun, we’re going to be late. miss jiyeong isn’t gonna be happy.”

he still refuses to even acknowledge your presence, staring at the wall like the little brat he is

he looks so much like his damn father.

stubborn little shit.

he’s mad because he wanted to eat his breakfast on his own

ended up spilling on the shirt he insisted on wearing today

which you had to change OBVIOUSLY

you wish you could argue with kids cause why are they DUMB.

he’s upset because

jun absolutely loves daycare

he loves spending time with his friends

and as a mother it pains you immensely

it pains you so fucking much

to realize that your child

is lonely.

“okay, jun. that means no more spongebob or daycare for a whole week,” you sigh as you rise to your feet and drop his shoes, pretending to head out the door without him

he cries out to make you stop in your tracks, inevitably ending his silent treatment towards you

you turn around to face him and place your hands on your hips. “are you gonna listen to mommy now or not?”

soft tears prick in his eyes as he nods, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand

“come here,” you coo as you squat and welcome him into your arms, kissing the top of his head. “you really wanted to leave me while you’re mad at me? you don’t want to break mommy’s heart, right?”

he shakes his head as he wipes his other eye, face still buried in the crook of your neck

every other monday, you bring jun to daycare and his father picks him up there at the end of the day. the following monday, it’s your turn to pick him up from daycare and keep him for the rest of the week until you have to drop him off again and not see him for the coming week

it’s the easiest way of doing week-week with your ex husband without having to see him.

your ex-husband…

min yoongi.

it’s been a little over a year since your divorce

you’ve seen him a few times since and it was only ever in regards to jun

well.. about 3 weeks following your divorce you’d have sex with him a few times but thats it. its been a year since

you’re bitter about the divorce but you can’t be too bitter

not when it was your idea to divorce to begin with

what else were you supposed to do? you were at home, taking care of everything and your husband was buried in work, gone all the time

such a typical fucking marriage

that you did not need nor want

the months leading up to your divorce were the worst, eventually the reason that made you snap

it was almost like living with a roommate who you barely saw

you weren’t worried about infidelity

no that wasn’t it

it was just the worry of your husband slowly falling out of love with you and you escaping before that theory could become reality

he was surprised when you slammed the divorce papers down onto his desk but he didn’t fight you

he didn’t protest, he didn’t pry, he didn’t do anything. asked how you two were going to handle jun and it came down to week-week.

now with a calm jun in your arms, you slowly shove the shoes onto his little feet before grabbing your purse and heading out the door of your apartment with your son in your arms

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like clockwork, it’s the next monday and time for you to pick up jun from daycare

it’s only noon so you’ve got time to clean around the house before having to pick jun up

until your doorbell rings

hm?

you weren’t expecting anyone today

you wrap the thin bathrobe around your naked (bra and underwear) body, having just come out the shower

you cautiously open the door to be met

with

your

ex husband

holding your son

holy shit

what the fuck

you haven’t seen this man in months

sent him a few texts here and there

but its been so long since u’ve last seen him

why is your heart

stuttering

in its rhythm

absolutely just

pounding

against your ribcage

your sons head leaning on yoongi’s shoulder, diaper butt perked up on his forearm

yoongi’s hair has grown a lot, ends tickling his shoulders and neck

white dress shirt and black slacks

he uhhh

looks pretty good.

too fucking good.

a frown creeps onto your brows at the sight in front of you. “what’s going on?”

“daycare called me, said he’d been vomiting. he’s burning up,” he replies, not protesting when your worried face lunges at your baby and take him from your exhusband’s arms

“why the hell didn’t they call me? they know he’s supposed to be with me this week.” your son is sound asleep in your arms, your hand gently rubbing his back as you walk further into your apartment

yoongi stays in the entrance but closes the door behind him to keep the cold out

“i don’t know. they just called me and i went to go pick him up.”

ugh he’s so nonchalant with everything

you glance over your shoulder at him. you start, “why didn’t you call me then?”

at this, he frowns. “i brought him here cause i didn’t want to worry you over the phone. is there a problem?”

of course he wants to make this into a bigger deal than it is.

of fucking course

“for fucks sake,” you mumble as you shake your head and lie your son down on the couch, surrounding him with pillows and blankets

“update me on his condition. i have to go back to work,” yoongi says as he opens the front door

“yeah, don’t let the door hit you on your way out,” you mutter under your breath as you fetch your thermometer to take your son’s temperature

yoongi scoffs but doesn’t say anything else before he leaves

but then

you realize that

yoongi could

potentially

fix

the small problem

you’ve been struggling with

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your son has been sick the past few days, holed up at home and complaining about not seeing his friends on his birthday

he had a whole birthday outfit planned and snacks that he was going to share with everyone which he can’t do now

“what do you want for your birthday, baby?” you ask as you stroke his head

“daddy,” is all he says

“you’ll celebrate your birthday with daddy next week. what do you want to do with mommy?”

“i want daddy and mommy.” he continues to play with his airplanes as you blink at him. he’s never demanded you two be together so you have no idea how to even process this

“daddy is busy tonight, baby.” you stroke his cheek

he drops his airplane. “call daddy.”

“but–”

“i want daddy.”

the exasperated sigh that leaves you is almost painful as you reach for your phone

jun is just staring at you with his arms crossed and a frown on his little brows

having to dial his number on a wednesday at 5pm

ugh

how embarrassing

he picks up after the 2nd ring and you put it on speaker

“hello?”

“daddy.”

“oh, what’s up, buddy? my birthday boy. you feeling any better?”

“yesh.”

“that’s good to hear, daddy was worried about you, you know.”

“yesh.”

“daddy’s gonna do lots of fun things with you next week. are you excited?”

“yesh.”

“okay, that’s good, baby. i’ll see you soon, okay?”

“daddy, wait.”

“hm?”

“daddy come eat with me and mommy.”

?!???

“jun,” you mumble in a warning tone

“huh?”

fuck sake.

“i want daddy.”

“i don’t think mommy would like that, buddy. we’ll do something fun next week.”

“no, i want it for birthday, daddy. mommy also want.”

you shoot a stern frown at jun but he simply doesn’t care

“can you give mommy the phone, jun?”

“mommy hears you.”

“y/n?”

you sigh quietly as you rub your eyebrows.

“yeah?”

“what’s going on?”

“i’m not sure where this is coming from but jun wants to have dinner with us.”

it’s quiet on the other end. “tonight?”

“yes, tonight, yoongi. it’s his birthday and he’s been holed up for days with no one but me.”

“i know, i know.” a soft sigh leaves his lips. “i’ll be there at 7.”

your heart almost skips a beat

“see you then,” you say as you hang up

fuck.

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you get ready

you don’t even know why you’re wearing makeup and have your hair done wearing that dress that dress that yoongi likes so much

you’re doing it for your son’s birthday of course

and not because you’ve been contemplating asking yoongi a specific question

as you smooth out your dress and help a very nicely dressed jun sit at the table—that is filled with all of your best home made foods

the door rings

and your heart continues to pound out of your chest

you slowly walk up to the door and open it up, meeting eyes with your exhusband

clad in a simple black suit and his hair nicely styled with one side tucked behind his ear, he’s holding a bag and a bouquet of roses

your eyes shift to the roses with a quirk in your brow

“these are for jun,” he mumbles as he impatiently waits for you to step aside which you eventually do

he kicks his shoes off and hands you the bouquet before jun hops off his seat and runs up to his father

yoongi drops the plastic bag he’s holding onto the floor and hunches over to catch jun, raising him up and holding him in his arms. “who’s turning 3 years old today?”

“me?” jun replies, uncertain

“of course, you, silly! not daddy, right? are you crazy? is jun crazy?” he jokes as he pokes juns belly and nips at the crook of his neck, making jun laugh and giggle as he tries to resist

it warms your heart to see jun so happy

even if he was a shit fuckin husband

he’s always been an exceptional father

“come on, food’s gonna get cold,” you say as you walk up to the table, sitting in your usual spot

yoongi and jun join you shortly after and you have a nice dinner

together

as a family

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sitting at the table with a bottle of wine screwed open

jun on the floor in front of the tv with the new big toy he got from his father

you glance at yoongi who wipes his mouth with a napkin before shifting his gaze toward you

“i’ve missed your food,” he comments as he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “thanks. it was really good.”

you nod. “thanks for coming.”

he shakes his head. “whatever jun wants, jun gets.”

you chuckle quietly and take another sip from your wine. you’ve been building the courage to ask yoongi that one question for almost an hour now

“yoongi,” you start as you place your glass back down on the table in front of you

he tilts his head to the side, an indicator that he hears you loud and clear

“you know,” you say as you take a deep breath. “jun aches to go to daycare. because he’s lonely.”

yoongi simply blinks at you, seemingly wondering where you’re going with this

silence

it’s so quiet for several moments, only the distant sounds of jun playing with his toys and spongebob playing on your tv reach your ears

“he’s lonely, yoongi,” you reiterate

he frowns this time, titling his head for a second in utter confusion

“i don’t understand what you want from me. i do my best to make time for him, you know th–”

“i’m not talking about me or you.”

you stay quiet after that, hoping he’ll figure it out on his own

he doesn’t though, just places his arms on the table, leaning further over it. “what are you getting at, y/n?”

the usage of your name sends a current of electricity up your spine

heats up the back of your neck, cheeks and your ears

“what i’m trying to say is…” you sigh as you bring your hand up to scratch the back of your head, looking away for a few moments

you gather your courage

make eyecontact with him

and part your lips to say;

“would you be willing to give him a sibling?”

to be continued.

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bunny-is-cute · 1 month

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The messages between Stolas and Blitzø 🥺

Transcript below spoiler

Stolas: I'M SORRY IF ANYTHING I SAID OR DID MAY HAVE OFFENDED YOU TONIGHT.

Blitzo : ITZ WUTEVS

Stolas : NEXT TIME YOU COME OVER. MAYBE WE CAN TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AT OZZIE'S?

Blitzo : Y?

Stolas : I'M SORRY NEVERMIND , IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL. I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU. YOU SEEMED VERY UPSET AND YOU TOOK OFF SO FAST. BUT MAYBE I READ TOO MUCH INTO THAT. I'M GLAD IF THAT'S NOT THE CASE. I WASN'T UPSET EITHER I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU WERENT'T AND OBVIOUSLY YOU CAN HANDEL ANY STUPID JOKE A CLOWN CAN MAKE. ASMODEUS CAN BE VERY INVASIVE IN HIS HUMOR. BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY FUNNY MYSELF. WHAT HE SAID ABOUT ME AT LEAST. I ENJOY BEING THE SUBJECT OF JEST. MAYBE YOU CAN SAY MEAN THINGS TO ME TOO NEXT TIME YOU COME OVER.

Stolas : IF YOU WANT?

Blitzo : SHUR

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Stolas : THANKS FOR HELPING ME WITH VIA TODAY, YOU WERE GREAT IN THAT HUMAN SHOW.

Blitzo : NP

Stolas : ARE YOU COMING OVER TONIGHT WITH THE BOOK?

Blitzo : LYKE OLWAYS

Stolas : IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE COMING, THAT'S OK! I'M SURE I CAN DO WITHOUT IT FOR ONE MONTH :)

Blitzo : K

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Stolas : DO YOU PLAN TO VISIT TOMORROW I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN BUSY, AND WORKING HARD. MAYBE IF YOU'D PREFER, WE CAN SKIP THE BEDROOM AND JUST RELAX MAYBE? I'M SURE YOU NEED A BREAK.

Blitzo : WUTEVR U WANT, ITS UR NIGHT

Stolas : IF YOU'RE NOT UP FOR IT, OR TOO TIRED, THAT IS PREFECTLY FINE. NO PRESSURE, I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING WITH THE GRIMOIRE TILL NEXT MONTH.

Blitzo : MAE BEE

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Stoles : MAYBE INSTEAD OF OUR USUAL ARRANGEMENT ON THE FULL MOON WE COULD PROPERLY CATCH UP THIS WEEK MAYBE MONDAY?

Blitzo : I MITE B BSUY

Stolas : I WOULDN'T WANT TO BOTHER YOU!

Stolas : YOU CAN ALWAYS DROP OFF THE BOOK ON THE FULL MOON AND I CAN LEAVE IT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE TOO TIRED TO DO ANYTHING...

Stolas : BUT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU.

Blitzo : K

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Today 17:49 PM

Blitzo : GIT BEVVER SWOON :(

Stolas : THANKS YOU BLITZ, THAT MEANS A LOT.

Stolas : I MIGHT BE HERE A WHILE, IF YOU EVER WANT TO VISIT. 💜

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juneberrie · 1 year

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you always have been

thinking thoughts. *ೃ༄ this is very self indulgent im not sorry <3 btw the formatting is terrible 😭 also this is 1.5k words im so proud of myself its literally the longest fic i've ever written

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

fandom: outerbanks

warnings: swearing, mentions of being drunk, reader kind of pushes jj away, insecure!reader, stressed out!reader, mentions of jj's trash dad, fear of abandonment, sort of a smau? science hw (yes thats a warning science hw sucks), love confession, hurt/comfort <3

jj's instagram is a mess. it alternates between pictures of random objects, pictures of himself, and pictures of our friends.

lately, all of his pictures have been pictures of him and the pogues at keggers and on the boat. without me.

the most recent one is a blurry shot of him and kie at the boneyard. his hair is dripping wet and kie is holding up a red solo cup, beer sloshing over the side. the caption reads, "my brst girl 😋 ilysn kier.carrera" its so misspelled its obvious hes drunk, even without looking at the picture.

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↳ comments

-> jb.wifirouter ong your so drunk. ↳ heywpope its "youre" not "your" 💀 and you're durnk too ↳ sarahcamer0n lmaooo durnk

-> kier.carrera lol ilyt jj 💀 ↳ kier.carrera wsit wring emoji ❤️

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i groan and shut my phone off. kie knows i like jj. she's heard me rant about him since eighth grade. its fine, though. i need to focus on school. i get up and silence my phone, putting it into a drawer at my desk before going back to the papers sprawled on my bed.

science isn't my best subject, but i need this extra credit to bring my grade up. and, no pressure at all, this stupid extra credit is due by monday, at its literally sunday night. at least its pretty easy. all i have to do is write an essay about newton's laws and how they function in the "real" world. i sigh and open my textbook to the page on the first law, inertia.

as im scribbling down the beginnings of the paragraph about f=ma, my pencil breaks. well, how fucking dandy. i get up and head to my desk to grab a sharpener, and i pass the mirror next to my door.

i cringe away, then force myself to look back. the girl staring back at me is... not kie. not sarah. she's wearing a big oversized t-shirt she stole from jj and some shorts. her nail polish is chipped and her hair is practically crying for escape from the worn scrunchie.

i tear my gaze away and grab the sharpener. the clock on my desk reads 11:11 pm. i remember something kie said about making wishes at 11:11, so i think, why not give it a try? i squeeze my eyes shut and hope my wish gets to whatever magical star angel being is listening.

after i finish my essay, its 12:23 am. i grab my phone from the drawer and see a flurry of texts and instagram notifications assaulting my lock screen.

i ignore the texts — six from kie and eight from jj — and click open instagram.

my homepage is filled with pictures of the pogues at the kegger they're at. i can't help the pettiness that surges up inside me and i click on jj's most recent story, a video of him, kie, pope, john b, and sarah screaming the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody around a campfire.

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you replied to their story

yourinstagram looks like you're having fun :)

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i feel slightly terrible, but whatever. every single kegger they've been to this past week, i haven't been invited.

a text notification comes down onto my screen. it's from kie. the preview reads "im soo sorru"

what the hell? i immediately click on the text and i almost start crying.

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kie kie ml ♡

bro so dnt be mad but like i accidentally told jj that u liked him

im sorry

answer me please idont want yu to be mad

i dd;t mean to i swaer

y/n?? are you mad??

y/n pleeaas answre

im soo sorru

bro wtf.

ik im sorry but we were playing truuth or dsre and plpe asked if i had acrush on anybody and i sadi no i didn't but ik you did and the n jj asked who and im sorry :)

:(*** SORRY

whatever. go enjoy your kegger.

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what the everloving fuck. i specifically told her not to tell anyone, especially jj, and she goes and tells everyone and their mother. i've gotten a flurry of texts from pope, john b, sarah, and other pogues i suppose are at the kegger, all asking me if it's true i like jj. and, speak of the devil, jj himself has been texting me nonstop for the past thirty minutes.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

haha kie jus told me the funnist shut

wait is she for real

wait n/n yuo like me

like fr fr?

brp answer me pls

y/nnnnnn

are you asleepo r somethinh 💀

y/n if you dpn't answer rn rn im going ovet to yiur house

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shit. jj can't come over right now. i look like a mess, and now im fucking crying. my gaze drifts back over to the mirror; my eyes are red and puffy and tears are streaming down my face and dripping down onto my (jj's) shirt.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

jj please dont come over just stay at the kegger and have fun

nooo y/n im already on my wsy so its fine

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shit shit shit.

i throw my phone across the room and scream into my bedsheets. the pogues already didn't like me anymore; they had been going out and having fun without for weeks now, and now kie tells jj i like him? my life is fucking falling apart.

a knock at my window wakes me up from whatever sad haze i was trapped in for the last twenty minutes. jj's peering in and he smiles when he meets my gaze. i shake my head and turn away from him.

no bother letting him in, he'll probably just tell me that he doesn't like me back and to never talk to him again.

another knock, persistent, sounds from the window. i sigh and turn back.

i open the window but leave the screen up, so jj can hear me but he can't get in. "go away, j."

"nooo. wait, why are you cryiinggg?" he asks, the booze slurring his words.

"nothing. no reason. go away, please, jj," i say, my voice cracking.

his face softens and he seems to sober up a bit. "n/n, please tell me what's wrong. i hate seeing you sad," he whispers. fuck. i can't, i can't with the fucking blue eyes and the soft looks and the whispers. i open the rest of the window, and jj climbs in.

i crawl under the covers of my bed and face away from jj. i feel the bed dip next to me and he lays a warm hand on my back. its so casual, so domestic, that i want to laugh.

"sunshine, what's wrong? is this about what kie said?" he asks, gently rubbing my back.

the dam breaks. tears start flowing out of my eyes and i started shaking.

"it is about what kie said. i like you, jj, i really like you. no, i- i love you! i love you so much. i've loved you since i first saw you in mrs. williams' science class in eight grade and you laughed when she said that iron was discovered by the hittites. and i know you'll never love me back because— well— look at me! im not like kie, im not like sarah. i'm just... me! and i've been trying to pretend like you guys going to keggers everyday without me isn't a big deal because, hey, i'm swamped with school, even though its fucking intercession. and i knew if i told you, you'd hate me and you'd never talk to me again," i sob into my pillow.

jj is silent for a few seconds, still rubbing my back.

"i love you too, sunshine. i've loved you for the entirety of the time i've known you. and, you're right. you're not kie or sarah, but you're you. that's what i love about you. you are unapologetically yourself. and i'm sorry for not inviting you to the keggers. i just, i knew you were swamped and i know you don't really like parties 'nd drinking and shit. and i just want you to know that im so proud of you, honey, and— jesus, y/n. you're the only one for me. you always have been. you're the person who's been there whenever luke did something shitty to me, you've helped me with my homework, and gosh, dare i say it, you've helped me be a better person."

he chuckles. i feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck and gently bring me towards him so i'm basically in his lap. he wraps his arms around me and lays his head in the crook of my neck. we stay together in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

i sniffle. "i'm sorry, j."

"you're not the one who should be apologizing, sunshine. i love you, so much. i'm sorry if i made you feel like i'd never talk to you again or like you weren't enough; you are enough. you always have been."

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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Hey love your content ❤️could u please write a Kyle x y/n so basically they have a crush on each other and y/n cousin is Stan and Stan knows that they both have a crush for each other and he sets them up like the Lloyd soty but with Kyle and Stan 🥺

I would love that 💕💕

Yep! I stuck with the arcade date idea for this one! :)

Word count: 1k

South Park - Stan Sets You Up With Kyle

“But I want donuts!” You whined.

“And I want french fries.”

You were arguing about what food to get now that school was over. You’d have to decide soon; you were almost to the exit, and the donut shop was down the street to the left, while the nearest french fry joint was down the street to the right.

Suddenly Stan spotted a tall head of red hair among the sea of students. Grabbing your wrist, he dragged you along to confront Kyle.

“Kyle!”

He turned around. His eyes went wide for half a second when he noticed you, and you saw his shoulders tense ever so subtly. You didn’t make note of it, though, as you were occupied with tensing your own shoulders. You made sure to stand behind Stan, keeping your gaze low to stay inconspicuous.

“I want fries and Y/n wants donuts. Tell them that fries are clearly the superior option.”

Kyle glanced at you. “Donuts are great. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You felt your heart skip a beat when you heard that. He agreed with you! A small victory, but a victory indeed.

Though your face was partially downturned, Kyle could see the subtle brightness flash in your eyes. His heart squeezed. He had made you happy by supporting your side! Internally he pumped his fist, though externally he remained still as a statue.

As you started to walk away, Stan gave Kyle a dirty look. “Kiss-ass,” he growled.

“Sore loser,” Kyle fired back. Much like you, he was doing a pretty good job of hiding his thoughts.

But Stan could see through you both. As your cousin, and as Kyle’s best friend, he knew you like the backs of his two hands. Frankly, it was just painful and awkward to watch you both pine after the other, completely oblivious and never making the slightest of moves.

Stan sighed as he bit into his glazed donut. If he couldn’t have the snack he wanted, he’d have to find another way to enjoy himself.

At first he thought of pranking you, but with a slow shake of his head he decided he didn’t want to be mean. Not too mean, at least.

Then it hit him. With a devious smirk, he fell into a long lapse of silence while you ranted about who-knows-what (though he thinks he heard you say “Kyle” once or twice). He wasn’t paying attention, though. His mind was quite in another place—he was plotting.

Your house came up first on the walk home. You split off to walk up your driveway, waving goodbye to your cousin.

“Y/n,” he called suddenly, prompting you to whip around right before you went inside.

“Arcade. Tomorrow.”

You grinned. “Already looking forward to it.”

The door closed. Stan immediately whipped out his phone and called Kyle.

The next day, you walked down to the arcade with Stan as the autumn sun began its early descent. It was hardly 5 PM and golden hour was upon you.

As you approached the arcade, your heart fell to your stomach. A tall lanky figure with curly red hair was waiting outside. Stan noticed the way both of your faces, flushed from the cold air, immediately went white.

“Hey, Kyle!”

“Stan,” Kyle greeted, sounding a little strained.

You leaned in to whisper in his ear: “You didn’t tell me you invited K—…anyone else.”

Ignoring you, Stan smacked the side of his head theatrically. “Oh, no,” he groaned. “I totally forgot I have history homework that’s due Monday. No way I can finish it tomorrow,” he shook his head remorsefully. “I gotta start tonight. You guys should have fun without me though.”

Before either of you could say anything, he had turned on his heels and jogged away. You both watched him go, silently fuming with both anger and embarrassment.

“Since when does Stan care about homework?” You heard Kyle grumble under his breath.

“I don’t think we even have history homework.”

You saw Kyle’s brow get lower. “I think you’re right.”

You both narrowed your eyes a little. He totally planned this. That little—

Someone stepped out of the arcade, and the warm gush of air that blew out enticed you both inside.

“Hey, look! New game!” You automatically pointed to a new machine, forgetting your humility in your excitement. You dashed over, quarter already in hand.

It was a two-player game; in a second you sensed Kyle’s presence beside you, though he wasn’t close enough to actually play.

You cocked your brow. “You gonna play or not?”

Kyle moved half an inch, then hesitated. In a moment, you realized why; the machine was rather small, so players were squished together. Your shoulders were pressed to each other, and the proximity was making you both blush. More than that, it was making you positively wretched at the game.

When you inevitably lost, the game asked if you wanted to play again. At the same time you both reached for the “end game” button, and you ended up with your hands stacked atop it.

You looked at each other, then just as quickly looked away and stepped back from the machine.

“I’m not usually that bad at games,” you said loudly, desperate to distract from the incident.

“Me neither. Let’s play something else.”

The next game you tried proved to be much better. You weren’t as close, so you weren’t distracted. You were able to get into a proper competitive mindset, which lasted for the next few hours while you bounced from game to game together, laughing and talking more comfortably with each round.

A buzz in Kyle’s pocket finally broke your gaming stupor.

“I’ve gotta go home,” Kyle said regretfully.

You checked the time. “Oh. Me too.”

You walked very slowly to the exit, prolonging your conversation for as long as possible. But eventually you were out on the street, and you had to part.

“See you at school on Monday,” you mumbled sadly. You hated to end the night like this.

“Yeah. Or you could give me your number.”

You told yourself the pink on his cheeks was from the cold. He told himself the same thing about the pinkness on your own cheeks.

The second you got home, you sent a “goodnight” text to Kyle. In a few seconds he responded:

Same to you. Tonight was fun :)

You sent a smiley face back. Then, miles apart, you both hugged your phones to your chests, gazing at the ceiling dumbly with massive grins on your faces.

Thank you for your request! And thanks for reading! Take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader

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hearts4juzi · 4 months

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Hai :3 do u have any wacky wild michael hcs

oh do i!

both adult and teen. loser has been on my mind again.

He gets super fucking cold for no reason and blamed it on ghosts until after fnaf 6 where he brought it up as a joke and the ghost kids were like "...none of us did that" and now he's convinced theres a whole extra ghost after him. (it was cc he didnt mean to initially but cassidy thought it was funny)

He talked to the animatronics all the fuckin time. like he just. chatted with them. especially the fnaf 2 ones. charlie had to sit there and watch him talk to actual robots thinking they were kids. they werent and she told him that in fnaf 6 because she found it so fucking funny

clumsy as HELL i know that man was banging his knee in the SL vents and swearing under his breath

teen mike was also clumsy. probably split his lip on concrete all the time as a kid.

he was also the kinda kid to say "nah, check this out!!" and wake up in the hospital

this is a gross one but. he dealt with bugs a lot post scoop (especially. flies. and what comes with them. iykyk). he'd come into work on mondays smelling like a can of bug repellant. you wont believe what he showers with instead of water.

He was williams least favorite but they had a weird relationship between him moving out and elizabeths death. like some days william despised him and michael just wanted to blow them both up with his mind and some days he comes home like "Hey mike whats up want some pizza for dinner tonight?" and michaels like "fuck yeah why not."

he's henrys favorite afton as a teen and he knows it. and he uses it. Henry fuckin loved that kid he had the man wrapped around his finger. William also notices it and he gets mad at henry over it.

in relation to that, henry was really gentle with michael which was. not helpful im sorry 😭

mike sleeps pretty casually. hes not a light sleeper but not a deep sleeper. unless hes tired. if he hasnt been getting enough sleep youll know because he sleeps like a ROCK.

he fucking loves italian food. for no reason. he just does

he unironically eats beans on toast. He tried it as a joke and then just. never stopped.

he still has his foxy mask it just doesnt fit him. he tries it on again and it hurts his head

cannot afford to go out to eat often and GOD does he complain about it. he is SO FUCKING LOUD when he complains about it. he wants his takeout man

Loves animals but they hate him. A crow tried to take a bite out of him post scoop once nad he had to fight for his life. bro saw his family for a moment there

he is so polite most of the time but if you talk to him after his shift he'll fuck you up. rudest bitch on the block and he was an asshole teen so he knows how to run his mouth

he plays solitaire.

does not know about the context but whenever hes depressed he says "tomorrow is another day" because time moves on anyways!!!! also idk i think its neat

he ate shit in the middle of his shift once and bashed his face on one of the counters and his coworker found the blood the next day and managed to start a rumor that someone died there until michael came in to work with his face bandaged up.

these are so rambly but funny so im gonna keep going

skateboards <3 totally tried to show off and ate shit until william told him if he went to the hospital again he'd take the skateboard. he still ate shit. just hid it better.

taught evan to do a lot. If he didnt feel like bullying him (for an array of reasons, but the biggest is just. boredom. or loneliness. or a mix) he'd teach him something just because he could. skipping rocks, flying a kite. michael doesnt remember it very well but evan does

cassidy kicked him in the knee so hard he was limping for an hour and so he found the golden freddy suit and kicked it too at one point. she didnt feel it tho. and jumpscared him out of spite.

he loves dogs and once brought evan to see one because his friends were busy and he hates being alone and the dog bit the shit out of evan. foreshadowing.

oh yeah i totally think he gets lonely btw. do not leave that guy alone he will get very sad and pathetic!!!

im capping myself here because jesus christ.

#me: ive been losing interest in michael #also me: SO ABOUT MICHAEL.#tzu rambles #tzu asks #headcanons

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derit-s · 1 year

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If anyone wants the transcript of the texts between stolas and blitz:

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STOLAS: I'm sorry if anything I said or did may have offended you tonight.

BLITZO: It's wutevs

STOLAS: Next time you come over, maybe we can talk about what happened at Ozzie's?

BLITZO: Y?

STOLAS: l'm sorry! Nevermind, it's not a big deal. I was just worried about you. You seemed very upset and you took off so fast. But maybe I read too much into that, I'm glad if that's not the case. I wasn't upset either I just wanted to make sure you weren't and obviously you can handle any stupid joke a clown can make. Asmodeus can be very invasive in his humour, but I thought it was pretty funny myself. What he said about me at least, I enjoy being the subject of jest. Maybe you can say mean things to me too next time you come over.

BLITZO: Shur

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STOLAS: Thanks for helping me with Via today, you were great in that human show.

BLITZO: Np

STOLAS: Are you coming over tonight with the book?

BLITZO: Like olways

STOLAS: If you dont feel like coming, that's ok! l'm sure I can do without it for one month. :)

BLITZO: K

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STOLAS: Do you plan to visit tomorrow? I know you've been busy, and working hard. Maybe if you'd prefer, we can skip the bedroom and just relax maybe? l'm sure you need a break.

BLITZO: Wutevr u want, its ur night

STOLAS: If you're not up for it, or too tired, that is perfectly fine. No pressure, I don't have anything with the grimoire till next month.

BLITZO: Mae bee

STOLAS: Maybe instead of our usual arrangement on the full moon we could properly catch up this week? Maybe Monday?

BLITZO: I mite b bsuy

STOLAS: I wouldn't want to bother you! STOLAS: You can always drop off the book on the full moon and I can leave it for you if you are too tired to do anything...

STOLAS: But I would like to see you.

BLITZO: K

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BLITZO: Git bevver swoon :(

STOLAS: Thank you Blitz, that means a lot. STOLAS: I might be here a while, if you ever want to visit. 💜

#Can you hear me losing my mind #Stolitz #Helluva boss spoilers #Helluva boss #Stolas #Blitz #Helluva boss 2x04 #Fed talk

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fan-of-chaos · 1 year

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Compilation of Blitz and Stolas messages!

Transcript:

Stolas: I’m sorry if anything I said or did may have offended you tonight.

Blitz: Itz wutevs (its whatever)

Stolas: Next time you come over, maybe we can talk about what happened at Ozzie’s?

Blitz: Y?

Stolas: I’m sorry! Nevermind, its not a big deal. I was worried about you. You seemed very upsed and you took off so fast, but maybe I read too much into that. I’m glad if that’s not the case. I wasn’t upset either I just wanted to make sure you weren’t and obviously you can handle any stupid joke a clown can make. Asmodeus can be very invasive in his humor, but I thought it was pretty funny myself. What he said about me at least. I enjoy being the subject of jest. Maybe you can say mean things to me too next time you come over.

Stolas: If you want.

Blitz: Shur (sure)

Stolas: Thanks for helping me with Via today. You were great in that human show.

Blitz: np (no problem)

Stolas: Are you coming over tonight with the book?

Blitz: Lyke olways (like always)

Stolas: If you don’t feel like coming, that’s ok! I’m sure I can do without it for one month. :)

Blitz: k (ok)

Stolas: Do you plan to visit tomorrow? I know you’ve been busy. And working hard. Maybe if you’d prefer, we can skip the bedroom and just relax maybe? I’m sure you need a break.

Blitz: Wutevr u want, its ur night (whatever you want, its your night)

Stolas: If you’re not up for it, or too tired, that is perfectly fine. No pressure, I don’t have anything with the grimoire till next month.

Blitz: mae bee (maybe)

Stolas: Maybe instead of our usual Arrangement on the full moon we can properly catch up this week? Maybe monday?

Blitz: I mite b bsuy (I might be busy)

Stolas: I wouldn’t want to bother you!

Stolas: You can always drop off the book on full moon and I can leave it for you if you are too tired to do anything…

Stolas: But I would like to see you.

Blitz: k (ok)

Blitz: Git bevver swoon :( (get better soon)

Stolas: Thank you Blitz, that means a lot.

Stolas: I might be here a while, if you ever want to visit. ❤

#blitz #helluva boss blitz #stolas #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 episode 4 #gin posts helluva boss

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leaskisses444 · 3 months

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I js wanted to check up on you.How are you doing?is there anything on your mind that you need to talk about?p.s. feel free to message me whenever

hiiiii (awhhhh thanks for checking up on me thats so sweet of u <3)

im okay really its just a loadddd of schoolwork (i was sick for two weeks and now i have to copy everything they did and i have a quiz on monday in chemistry and my teacher is horrible so yeah im quite nervous about it ) and i have many things next week i have yoga classes and i started learining italian and my first lesson is gonna be next week but idk anyone from my class so yeah im unsure about it hahaha

how are uuu?? what have u been up to lately!???

(awhhh thankss!! it means a lot <3 and the same goes for uuu u can talk to me anytime about anything ill be glad to listen <3)

#nicky <3

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burning-peanut · 9 months

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A small appreciation Post ✨

With the upcoming deadline for the next Hackearney Exchange, I would like to make a little appreciation Post for my (probably) all-time-favorite Hackearney Fanfiction 'Body and Soul' by @neglected-houseplant

(Fanart from the one and only @falsemortal , commissioned by myself)

The storys from the Exchange last year where absolutely awesome and I loved them all, but this particular story hast a special place in my heart ever since. I’m not kidding when I say I read it over 40 times (just looked it up on my history and yep - that’s true). It’s so well written, the whole setting is just amazing and if you haven’t read it, u should really check it out!

I absolutely adore the hackearney hivemind bc of the awesome people I met here, I love spending time with you guys, reading your storys, seeing your awesome fanart and just being part of this bubble really means a lot to me! 🤍

I’m sooo looking forward to the day when the next storys from the upcoming Exchange will be released, but until then go check out this AWESOME story! 🥰

‘Body and Soul’ by neglected_houseplant, Chapter 2: Rainy Days and Mondays

A cold breeze shifted the drapes, prickling the skin on Laura’s neck and arms; a quiet sigh blew by her ear, and with a blink, Laura was no longer in a rotting room. The room was polished and gleaming like the day it was first built; the carpet plush under her feet and a great fire crackling behind her in the hearth. The vision was overwhelming, clouding her senses. A thick fog had descended on her mind and some invisible string was tugging through through it.

The door behind her swung open, revealing Travis in a plaid, fitted vest and tailored trousers that suited him far more than Laura liked to admit. She was used to his polyester uniform or worn, scrappy flannel. His eyes were dark and heated - her pulse leapt, he had never looked at her like that. Like she was something to be caught, to be devoured; something wanted. Her skin tingled at the prospect.

‘What are you doing here?’ Her voice was pulled out of her; smaller, more demur than she ever felt in her life. Like someone else entirely was speaking.

Travis shut the door behind him, straightening the vest he wore over a crisp button-down. Lips curling into a predatory grin, ‘I could ask you the same thing.’

He prowled towards her, his shoulders and muscles working together in a way she had never noticed before. Like a panther stalking its prey. Her eyes fluttered as his hands cupped her face, his mouth soft and warm against hers. A feeling of want coursed through her blood, electric and uncontrolled; her body growing needy against her will. The kiss deepened - her mouth pressing on his, her tongue slipping past his lips. He moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist; pulling her flush to him. Turning and walking them back, hitting the door with a small thud.

Her mind flailed against the heat throbbing between her legs for him. This should not feel this good. Shoved up against a wall, gasping at his touch; this was Travis. Grumpy, fussy, locked her up for two months Travis. A thigh was pressed between her legs, and a stiff bulge growing against her hip. Laura whimpered at the friction, her hips rocking involuntarily. Her head thrown back, as he used the opportunity to hoist her leg up to his hip and leave hot kisses down her throat. The skin cooling the second his mouth left it.

[Read on AO3]

#hackearney #travis x laura #fanfiction #fanart #love u all 🤍#thankful peanut #emotional peanut

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opens-up-4-nobody · 5 months

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#the problem with a mood profile that is mostly way down with peaks of way up is that when u return to a state of: the bullshit is easy.#i dont need to sleep. i could run around in circles. i could read a million papers. what kind of loser cant manage their life?#u r like: God fucking dammit i fucked up so much stuff. y tf didnt i do yhis at the time???? its so baffling like i went from fuck just let #me sleep forever to agitated and full of evil energy to like: ok im normal im gonna do the extraction ive been putting off for months #y couldnt i have been like this last week when i should have gathered a list of my failing students to the prof to make them withdrawal?#like y tf didnt i do that?????? i mean. its kind of a suspect way to run a class tbh bc u r artificially inflating ur score #but i could have saved like 6 ppl from an F. but i mean if u r struggling its sort of on u to reach out for help.#ugh. ive not been very good at my job this semester. but to b fair my brain has been trying very hard to kill me #genuinely i had to fill out a safety sheet in therapy and then go to a ta meeting where they were like: how r yall doing #? how do u feel abt the semester? and im just like aaaaaaaAAAaaaa 🙃#next semester i think im TAing for an online course. and im hoping its not bc i was so terrible they had to distance me from students lol #i mean. thats probably just me being paranoid but idk well see monday when i ask when the prof wants to meet before next semester #ay. its been a rougher semester than id hoped.#unrelated

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mercury-crux · 1 year

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Nosy Neighbours Incorrect Quotes

Pearl: The Ocean is a soup. BigB: BigB: Do elaborate. Pearl: What are needed for something to be a soup? BigB: Erm… Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine. Pearl: Tilts head BigB: The Ocean is a Soup. Pearl: The Ocean is a Soup.

Pearl: We’re having a moment, aren’t we? BigB: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

Pearl: I'm having problems with a guy… BigB: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

BigB: :) Pearl: >:( BigB: Turn that frown upside down! Pearl: ):< BigB: Not sure what I was expecting…

BigB: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Pearl: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

Pearl, texting BigB: I’m a theif. BigB: Thief. Pearl: Theif. BigB: I before E except after C. Pearl: Thceif. BigB: NO.

Pearl: Remember, BigB, don't do anything I wouldn't do. BigB: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

BigB: I can't imagine what Pearl is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

BigB: Look, Pearl, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

BigB: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Pearl: Struggling to hold a seagull Fucking say that next time!

Teacher: Your child was in a fight. BigB: Oh no, that’s terrible! Pearl: Did they win?

Pearl, answering the phone: Hello? BigB: It’s BigB. Pearl: What did they do this time? BigB: No, it’s me, BigB. It’s actually me. Pearl: What did you do this time?

Pearl: Well BigB, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. BigB: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

Pearl: BigB… BigB: Oh no, 'BigB' in B flat. BigB: You're disappointed.

Pearl: I’m terrible at expressing myself. BigB: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words! Pearl: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

BigB: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Pearl: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Pearl: I trusted you! BigB: Why?

Pearl: Here you go, BigB, a nice hot cup of coffee! BigB: It's cold. Pearl: A nice cup of coffee. BigB: It's horrible! Pearl: Cup of coffee. BigB: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Pearl: C U P.

BigB: There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play? Pearl: Did you just make that up? BigB: No. I read it in a fortune cookie once. Pearl: BigB: A really long fortune cookie.

BigB: Good morning! Pearl: Is it? Is it really?

BigB: Pearl, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. Pearl: Why? I'm fine on the stand! flashback to Testimony #1 Pearl: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. Pearl, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. flashback to Testimony #2 Pearl: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: …Crying? flashback to Testimony #3 Pearl: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers. Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

BigB: You have Crayons? Pearl: Yes, I have— BigB: You're— how old are you? Pearl: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

Pearl: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? BigB: For the frogs. Pearl: Why are you making pancakes for the frogs? BigB: They don't know how.

Pearl: Why are you on fire? BigB: This is just how my day is going.

BigB: Can I have some water? Pearl: starts chugging their water bottle Pearl: chokes from drinking too fast Pearl: spills water all over themself Pearl, coughing: I don't have any water.

Pearl: Come on, BigB! How any times do I have to apologize? BigB: Once! Pearl: …No.

BigB: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Pearl: …Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? BigB: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

Pearl: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand. BigB: I photosynthesize with this.

BigB: Pearl… Pearl: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

BigB: I drink to forget but I always remember. Pearl: You're drinking orange juice.

Pearl, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me. BigB: Yeah, Pearl will straight up cry in public. Don't try them. Pearl: Exactly, I will straight up- Pearl: Pearl, tearing up: BigB, why would you say that?!

BigB: You saved me! Why? Pearl: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Pearl: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game… BigB, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Pearl: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Pearl: Do you have a superpower? BigB: Yep! It’s hindsight. Pearl: …that’s not going to help us. BigB: Yes, I see that now.

BigB: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Pearl: Nat 20 Charisma. BigB: That is NOT how that works-

Pearl: How do you want your coffee? BigB: Black, like my soul. Pearl: Pearl: BigB, your soul is a latte.

BigB: You need to be more careful! Pearl, who was dragged into BigB's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

BigB: Watcha doin? Pearl: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. BigB: Scandalous. BigB: Can I help?

BigB: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Pearl: I thought the animals might be lonely.

BigB: Okay, help me, please! Pearl: Got two words for you. BigB: I bet they won't be helpful. Pearl: Your problem. BigB: I was right.

Pearl: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? BigB: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man. Pearl: THE WHO? BigB: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

BigB: An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away! Pearl: An Apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

Pearl: BigB told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

Pearl: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. BigB: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

BigB: I love murder mysteries! Pearl, trying to impress them: I've been a suspect in four murder cases.

BigB: I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this. Pearl: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.

#trafficblr #pearlescentmoon #bigbst4tz2 #incorrect quotes #limited life smp #limited life #24lsmp

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tranquil-slaughterhouse · 1 year

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Conversation #1

Stolas: I'm sorry if anything I said or did may have offended you tonight.

Blitzo: itz wutevs

Stolas: Next time you come over, maybe we can talk about what happened at Ozzie's?

Blitzo: y?

Stolas: I'm sorry! Nevermind, it's not a big deal. I was just worried about you. You seemed very upset and you took off so fast. But maybe I read too much into that. I'm glad if that's not the case. I wasn't upset either I just wanted to make sure you weren't and obviously you can handle any stupid joke a clown can make. Asmodeus can be very invasive in his humor, but I thought it was pretty funny myself. What he said about me at least, I enjoy being the subject of jest. Maybe you can say mean things to me too next time you come over.

If you want?

Blitzo: shur

Conversation #2

Stolas: Thanks for helping me with Via today, you were great in that human show:

Blitzo: np

Stolas: Are you coming over tonight with the book?

Blitzo: lyke olways

Stolas: If you don't feel like coming, that's ok! Make sure I can do without it for one month. :)

Blitzo: k

Conversation #3

Stolas: Do you plan to visit tomorrow? I know you've been busy. And working hard. Maybe if you'd prefer, we can skip the bedroom and just relax maybe? I'm sure you need a break.

Blitzo: wutevr u want, its ur night

Stolas: If you're not up for it, or too tired, that is perfectly fine. No pressure, I don't have anything with the grimoire till next month.

Blitzo: mae bee

Conversation #4

Stolas: Maybe instead of our usual arrangement on the full moon we could properly catch up this week? Maybe Monday?

Blitzo: i mite b bsuy

Stolas: I would want to bother you!

You can always drop off the book on the full moon and I can leave it for you if you are too tired to do anything...

But I would like to see you.

Blitzo: k

Conversation #4

Blitzo: git bevver swoon :(

Stolas: Thank you Blitz, that means a lot.

I might be here for a while, if you ever want to visit. 💜

Blitzy❤️ is typing...

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva spoilers #western energy #blitzo #stolas #stolas goetia #helluva stolas #helluva boss stolas

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jvkeh · 2 years

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this is not a txtenha members but ive been such on a jeno drought today and his bday live is making me SHAKE LIKE honestly whenever he leaned back from the phone its saur hot like if i was there physically i'd jump on him and make out w him after he turned the live off. SO CAN U WRITE A MAKEOUT SCENE W JENO AFTER HIS BDAY LIVE BC I WANNA KISS HIM SO BAD (words length up to you it could be a drabble too idrm!!!)

based on this live because its easier to visualise instead of the the one referred in request

STEAMY

he leaned over the bed, waving to the fans as he said his goodbyes and ended the livestream.

“thank the fuck.” he muttered, placing his phone on the charger immediately. “that sasaeng ruined the mood.”

you merely chuckled at his look of frustration. you been with jeno long enough to know that as much as it was upsetting to have stalkers, the dreamies were way too protected for them to actually do anything against the boys. so your worries at the beginning of your relationship soon faded into mere amusement, though you resonated with his anger at the constant interruption from delusional fans while he was supposed to be connecting with the sincere ones, especially on his birthday.

as much as jeno having a frown on his face upsetted you, it also turned you on majorly. the boy was leaning back on the bed, his arms faced on the crispy white sheets as he stretched his back, letting out a groan that can be mistaken for a sexual one.

you were standing up behind the bedside table he placed in front of him, and was the one to sit through his forty minute livestream in pure silence. so be damned if he thought you were acting desperate, because god knows he looked delicious in his black shirt and messy hair, while raising his arms in frustration to show inches of milky skin. and you were tired of being patient.

your legs instinctively shifted closer at the sight of jeno’s abs paired with his erotic sounds, as you exhaled sharply through your teeth. why was he so fucking hot no matter what he did?

jeno was an attentive person, so he could tell the emotions radiating off the slightest of movements. when he noticed your legs clenched once he moved back, he knew what your intentions were.

“after this morning?” he scoffed, keeping a light tone to instate the humour of his comment as he referred back to when he was woken up with you dry humping his back at five am on his birthday. jeno, who was sensitive already from the night before, immediately felt himself get hard as his back was assaulted by your clothed body, and had to wake you up before flipping the both of you over to fuck you into next monday. “i would think you would have a little more shame in being horny, angel.”

you began to whine, which earned a mock pout from him. “stop being so mean, jen.” you rolled your eyes as you began to walk towards his place on the bed, where he remained stretched back, arms laid on the bed as his legs were spread.

“isn’t it my birthday?“ jeno whined back, causing a soft punch to the chest as he continued his statement. “so i get to call the shots.”

“and if you want your birthday present, be nice.” you grinned, as you finally got to his lap, positioning your body to face his as you placed your legs over his, letting them droop on top while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “so right now, i really need you to do that.”

jeno nose was mere inches away from yours as he placed his own arms on your waist, tightening his hold once you adjusted yourself on his lap. yes, he was most definitely hard, you could tell as his cock began to stir under his pants, lightly rubbing against the fabric that you were seated on.

“fuck, angel.” he muttered under his breath at the close proximity of your face. even after the amount of times you been in this situation, where you sat on his lap as you guys made eye contact, it still felt thrilling and sensual to be put on the spot like that, where the both of you know it can either escalate or not. “you really want to kill me, huh?”

and maybe you did, you thought to yourself, as you began to move your body. pushing yourself upwards, you started to pace yourself back and forth on his lap, your clothed cunt rubbing over his cock every minute through the cycle. jeno abs tightened at the feeling of his cock getting more bolder, and you used your left hand to balance yourself while your right rubbed over his sensitive six pack, feeling the muscles pulse under your fingers.

“angel, stop teasing me.” his words were soon disorted as another moan exited his mouth, an experimental pinch to the nipples being the cause. “shit, you little whore.”

“your little whore.” you said cheekily, making sure to move up and down on his lap for good measure. judging from the fact his cock was basically impaling his sweatpants, and you could hear the pained whines slipping from his lips with every second.

“jeno-mmph!” his lips crashed against yours, a tangle of sounds leaving your mouth and his as tongues clashed with each other, wrestling for the dominant position while your hands continue to roam the rest of his body.

your left hand found his nipples, altering between squeezing and pulling one of the other, while the right went to his crotch region. palming the thick cotton material, jeno bit down on your lip ever so softly as his hand on your waist intrudes on your senses as pain filled your body, before pleasure followed.

you broke away from the kiss before tugging at his collars to push him further into the bed, causing him to lie backwards as you climbed his lap higher, bouncing with every movement as your skirt travelled higher up.

you leaned over jeno, who was watching you intensely, before going in for another kiss. you could feel a hand trail up your behind, massaging your asscheeks before slipping up your skirt further, fingers strumming alongside the flesh.

your lips went south, carressing his neck as you littered dark bruises upon his skin. Your hands reached for his chest, before being met with a layer of fabric.

“i need you in your birthday suit.” you deadpan, cracking a smile when a snort exit his throat unknowingly. “ha! i told you i was funny, didn’t i?”

“and just like that my boner went down.” he groaned.

#for reenifer #jvkeh #jeno smut #nct dream smut #this is so shitty i cant

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Camboy hotch is purr like imagine him finding out you’re one of his top subscribers so he feels the need to thank u after hours

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

wasn't gonna post another hotchblurb tonight but i'm a hotchgirl and my hotchbrain hotchwrote this

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You knew you'd regret sharing your personal email with your boss. It had been a temporary thing, everyone's government emails were being redone temporarily, so you had to resort to the one you'd made when you were thirteen.

As if the embarrassment of Hotch seeing your middle school self's idea of a perfect email address wasn't enough, his eyes darkened when he read it. You watched with a heavy stone of anxiety settling in your gut as he read, reread, then reread the address again. Even JJ who sat next to you was confused, letting out a soft, 'Hotch?' that wasn't enough to capture your unit chief's attention.

Finally he stared back up at you, the same intensity burning in his eyes as the second he'd read your email address.

"I'd like to speak with you, Y/N. In my office."

Dread filled your stomach at his order, and you nodded shakily. He stood, stalking off without another word, and JJ gave you a lackluster comforting pat on the shoulder.

"I mean, what could he be mad about? I'm sure you're fine, Y/N." She reasoned, though you knew the lilt in her voice was anxiety just as was present in your own.

You padded after Hotch, taking a deep breath before stepping over the threshold.

"Is there something wrong, sir?"

"Your email. I knew I'd seen it before."

You frowned, you'd never sent him an email on accident with that one before. You checked every time, just to make sure that you weren't accidentally embarrassing yourself.

"I don't think you-"

"Do you like them? My videos."

An icy cold silence settled over the room, and it cracked your heart in half, ceasing its beating. You felt your lungs drain of air, your eyes widening in horror as your mouth fell limply shut.

"You seem to," The first ghost of a smirk was morphed into his expression, miniscule but powerful, "You pay enough for a lifetime supply."

"Sir, I- I am so sorry," You breathed, tears hot and heavy in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks, "I never meant to cross any boundaries, I swear I'll delete my account and never bother you there again, you have a right to your privacy, and- and I don't want to-"

"Y/N," He cut in, smirk in full effect, "Stop talking."

The command sent a painfully mistimed pang of arousal between your legs, and you shifted slightly, nodding your head.

"Come to dinner with me on Friday." He blurts out, the change in subject making your head spin.

"I- What? Sir, I-"

"And after dinner," He pointedly cut you off, "I'd like to see if what comes out of your mouth in person is just as filthy as what comes out of your mouth online. Understood?"

You didn't answer, couldn't answer, for several seconds. All you could do was stare dumbly at him, your eyes wide and blinking. He finally repeated his question, and it drew a hesitant nod from you.

"Yes, sir." You stammered, watching his eyes light up in devilish amusement.

"Well, that's already a good start."

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